It Is A Foul Bird That Filleth

It's An Ill Wind That Blows No Good.

I Pray Thee Let Me And My Fellow Have A Haire Of The Dog That Bit Us Last Night.

The Loss Of Wealth Is Loss Of Dirt, As Sages In All Times Assert; The Happy Man's Without A Shirt.

If Nothing Is Ventured, Nothing Is Gained.

Burnt Child Fire Dredth.